National self-flagellation

whipTHERE’S BEEN a move afoot in the United States by leftist citizens for decades now to paint the nation as a bad boy.

This is silly.

Let’s look at just two elements.

First, The slavery thing and the issue of reparations. I’d wager than 98 percent of American blacks think only blacks have been slaves. Probably 88 percent of whites think the same.

This is egregious ignorance. Slavery has existed through most of human history, and it has existed in most corners of the world. And it still exists today, primarily in Mohammedan areas, especially North Africa.

Slavery existed in ancient Rome, both the Republic and the Empire, and most of those slaves were white because they were captured in what is now modern Europe.

I’m considering a class-action suit against Rome because I want reparations for what was done to my white ancestors. I feel aggrieved and disrespected. Would you like to join me in the effort? Get in touch. Maybe we can really score.

Second, the conquest thing. Few have suggested reparations for American Indians. Pocahontas Warren has, but she would, wouldn’t she? But we’re supposed to feel guilty because for what the United States did to the tribes, which was nasty, I admit.

But perfectly normal.

Again, if you think conquest of other people, both near and far, is something the conquerors’ descendants should be losing sleep over, you are not only ignorant of history but of human nature to boot. This is what we do, what we’ve always done.

If you’ve never been enslaved or even conquered, count yourself lucky because that’s the way the world works, and it’s what strong people do to weaker ones.

As for the United States, it’s done much more good than bad. Focus on that.

America is far better than average. Pretty nice folks.

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(Note: A previous post, Nincompoopery about slavery, from 20 months ago, touched on the slavery misunderstanding but not the issue of conquest. FYI.)

Definition of a nation

DONALD TRUMP is a nationalist. Weepy Barry was not. I am a nationalist too, but now I have two nations in my man bag. Can get a trifle confusing.

Leftists have made much progress, 100 percent among themselves, in making nationalist a bad word. Fact is, though, it’s a great word, a fine concept.

Ditto for patriotism.

What is a nation anyway? It’s a big family, a group of people with commonalities. Historically, a nation is a group of people of the same race, the same religion, the same language, the same beliefs. Due to modern transportation and communication, this has become unraveled to a degree.

This unraveling is mostly in rich, successful nations because that’s where people from poor, unsuccessful nations want to go. The latter are the ones President Trump inelegantly but accurately referred to as “shithole” nations.

In this category are Haiti, Nicaragua, Honduras, Venezuela, Yemen, Nigeria and Syria, to name just a few. There are others, sadly.

Slavery in the United States was a huge error and not just because it was a terrible thing for the Africans, but because it led to the racial strife that now exists in that troubled land. This will not end, by the way, which is just one example of the dire problems that come with diversity.

Moral: Do not encourage multiculturalism/diversity.

As families live in houses, nationalities live in nations. It’s a perfect analogy. When families go to bed at night, they lock their doors so culprits cannot sneak in and do dirty. During the day, the door is closed, perhaps still locked, and if someone wants to visit, they ring the doorbell and get welcomed … or not.

A family can welcome someone into their home if they wish. If they don’t wish, the visitor is told to take a hike. This is how it should be with a family, and with a nation too.

Leftists are now Globalists, people who, for the most part, do not believe in borders. In spite of this, you can bet they lock their homes at night.

They are naive but not stupid.

These Leftists/Globalists will tell you that all people are basically the same, a silly concept that has come down to us from the Kumbaya-swaying Stoned Sixties. It’s almost exclusively the Western World where you find this daffiness. You rarely encounter these ideas in Latin America, Africa or Asia where people tend to be overwhelmingly nationalist and patriotic.

You also will rarely find political correctness outside the white, Western World. PC is basically a White Man’s Concept, a pistol aimed at himself.

The Leftist/Globalist belief that people are all basically alike flies in the face of reality. People are alike physically, and that’s it. We all have two arms, two legs and a head perched atop our shoulders.

Our hearts and minds could not be more varied. Millions of people do not believe in majority rule or freedom of speech and religion or that men and women are equal or that you have a right to your own opinion. And if they move into your neighborhood, they will not change their minds about those things.

Their attitudes (yours too) are set in stone from centuries back.

We are spectacularly suspicious of one another. This is both an individual and a group (i.e. tribal) trait. The suspicion normally leads to dislike or hate. From there, it’s a short voyage to violence. This was true when Man lived in caves, and it’s not one whit less true today.

Believing that people are all basically the same, i.e. like you, is the attitude of a love-struck teenage girl, and it’s an attitude, when spread over a wide area, that often will get you killed. The hairy men and women on the far side of the mountain do not share that belief, and they have spears and axes.

We’re seeing this on a grand scale in much of Europe today where those governments that think like love-struck teenage girls have dissolved their borders in the spirit of multiculturalism and “helping the unfortunate.” Cultural and financial disaster have followed. And blood-letting.

Some Europeans are balking at this, especially in Eastern Europe where not-too-distant connection with the Soviet Union has formed a people who do not think like love-struck teenage girls.

Nationalism is smart. Recognize human nature for what it is, and always will be. Lock your doors at night, especially if you live in a questionable neighborhood. Likewise, control your borders because much of the world is a questionable neighborhood full of folks who do not share your values.

And never will.

President Trump grasps this.

Nincompoopery about slavery

I JUST READ this inane article that ran about six weeks ago in the Houston Chronicle where I worked for 15 pretty good years.

It’s standard left-wing nonsense about slavery and racism in the United States. The piece is laughable. My eyeballs from rolling up in my head.

I’d bet the vast majority of Americans think that slavery is something that happened in the United States and almost nowhere else, or literally nowhere else. And I’d win big if I wagered that most people think only blacks have been slaves.

Most slaves have been white.

Fact is that slavery has existed since the Dawn of Man, and it’s happened to all races. Slavery has virtually nothing to do with race. It has to do with war. If you’re in a war, and you lose, you might end up a slave, a commodity.

In relatively modern times, Stalin ran slave-labor camps. And those camps were populated by white people. In ancient Roman times, millions were slaves, and almost all of those slaves were white, having come from other parts of what we now call Europe.

Spartacus was not a black dude, which is why he was portrayed by Kirk Douglas, not Sidney Poitier, in that classic movie. I’m awaiting fat reparations and profuse apologies, but none seem to be coming. Darn it!

Most of those Africans who ended up on slave ships headed to plantation cotton fields were brought to Africa’s coast by other Africans, black guys who’d won a tribal war. The losers ended up in chains on the slave ships.

Slavery continues today, most notably in Northern Africa, especially in Mohammedan zones. Those same gay-murdering, woman-abusing, honor-killing Mohammedans so inexplicably beloved by the American Left.

That’s the truth about slavery. You owe no one reparations, and you have nothing to feel guilty about. Well, unless you’re a North African Mohammedan.

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(Note: The Houston Chronicle piece makes an attempt to equate reparations paid to Holocaust survivors with reparations for black Americans. Firstly, many Holocaust victims, actual victims, are still alive. No black American, his parents, his grandparents or his great-grandparents were slaves. Slavery ended a century and a half ago.

(Secondly, you could make the argument that black Americans today should be thanking their distant slave ancestors for going through that ugliness. As a result, black Americans are living in the United States and not in some hovel in Zimbabwe or Nigeria. That so many black Americans fail to take advantage of that blessing is a topic for another day, a topic that touches on cultural issues, not race.)

‘Touch me, Lord!’

THIS VIDEO, made in 1965, is very interesting to an old Southern boy like myself. From 1945 to 1951, I lived on my grandparents’ farm in southwest Georgia. Those grandparents were born in the late 1800s.

In 1951, my parents, my sister and I moved to Jacksonville, Florida, but we often returned to visit the farm. My mother was my maternal grandparents’ only child, and they were thick as the proverbial thieves.

My youth spanned the years between the old way of Southern life and the Civil Rights Era that exploded in the late ’50s and into the 1960s. I remember well when blacks sat in the rear of buses, went to “separate but equal” schools and had to kowtow to varying degrees before white people, including my young self.

My grandparents had two black servants who were a part of my early life almost as much as my grandparents were. It was a couple named Willie and Cap Williams. Willie was the housekeeper, and Cap was the gardener and handyman.

The earliest house I remember where Willie and Cap lived was a decrepit shack about half a mile down the dirt road from my grandparents’ large home. My grandparents were the owners of the shack. Around 1958, my grandparents built a new home for Willie and Cap that was directly across the street from our main house. It was a simple wooden affair but a huge improvement over the shack. The bath was indoors.

In the early 1960s, both Willie and Cap died in that house, first Willie and then Cap whom my father found one day lying on the floor. I don’t know the circumstances of Willie’s earlier demise. Both Willie and Cap were buried in the “Negro Cemetery” a few miles down that same dirt road.

Many years later, I went looking for that cemetery. I found it in a forest, covered in weeds, but I never found the graves of either Willie or Cap.

Looking back, I see a boy and later a very young man who took them for granted, so much so that I know nothing of their history or personal backgrounds even though we considered them almost part of our family.

Now I realize they were like part of the furniture, and that saddens me. Their graves are gone. They had no children. I suspect the people who remember them now can be counted on the fingers of one hand.

The video seems very familiar to me. In the black church near the video’s end, they’re singing, “Touch me, Lord.” I hope God is touching Willie and Cap. Lord knows we didn’t, not very well, not back then.